His grip was tight, stealing the breath from my lungs. Time slowed, and I unwillingly concentrated on every sensation.
I felt the tip of his nose as it searched my throat; his breath cold and erratic, almost desperate. Then, lips and teeth dragged against my skin. And the world stood still. His breathing halted, his mouth parting further.
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To be continued in Fall/Winter 2011
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